"When I write, I feel like an armless, legless man with a crayon in his mouth." -Kurt Vonnegut

Monday, October 6, 2008

Jealousy # 1

He was a little man, little everywhere. He had stubby little legs, fat fingers, and little wisps of hair that stuck up from his balding head. The nickname "angry little man," was often embued upon him. As well the suggestion that if he were bigger then he would be less angry. This is not a suggestion that he disagrees with.He is not supposed to be living where he is. He had gone after a larger apartment, a cleaner apartment, but he didn't have the down payment in time. When he tried to complain, all the manager of the building had to say was, "Sorry, they had it first, they had better credit. Better luck next time." He did not see luck like this though, as something flucating. Luck was something stable, endowed at birth, something he was lacking.